Envy The Innocent

 The bad thing about being a junkie and a thief is that anytime something comes up missing, you catch the blame for it. Only thing is, sometimes it wasn't you, but you still end up with drug dealers looking for you anyhow.

Sound like your life? I hope not. It is my life though, stranger than fiction yea but its all true, every last fucking word of it. I'd love to be full of shit and just bullshitting you, but sadly I'm not.

As I sit here accused of stealing an ounce of crystal meth from a drug dealer called Fat Man LeFleur, my thirteen year old  cousin, Becca runs around the house playing around on her kindle and making noise, and I envy her and her innocence. Its been so long since I knew what that word means...